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The Pat Hobby Stories - ebook
A Hollywood hack who has fallen on hard times since the end of the Silent Era, Pat Hobby spends his time hanging out in the studio lot attempting to devise schemes to get more work and earn on-screen credits. Entertainingly artless and insensitive; by turns lazy and scheming, Hobby keeps his head just above water as the decades leave silent film behind. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s collection of 17 humorous short stories paints a comic portrait of a man unwilling to accept his fate as a thing of the past.
| Kategoria: | Suspense |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8292-521-0 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 2,6 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
1. Pat Hobby's Christmas Wish
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
2. A Man in the Way
Chapter I
Chapter II
3. "Boil Some Water--Lots of It"
4. Teamed with Genius
5. Pat Hobby and Orson Welles
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
6. Pat Hobby's Secret
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
7. Pat Hobby, Putative Father
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
8. The Homes of the Stars
9. Pat Hobby Does His Bit
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
10. Pat Hobby's Preview
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
11. No Harm Trying
12. A Patriotic Short
13. On the Trail of Pat Hobby
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
14. Fun in an Artist's Studio
Chapter I
Chapter II
15. Two Old-Timers
16. Mightier Than the Sword
Chapter I
Chapter II
17. Pat Hobby's College Days
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter VI
It was Christmas Eve in the studio. By eleven o’clock in the morning, Santa Claus had called on most of the huge population according to each one’s deserts.
Sumptuous gifts from producers to stars, and from agents to producers arrived at offices and studio bungalows: on every stage one heard of the roguish gifts of casts to directors or directors to casts; champagne had gone out from publicity office to the press. And tips of fifties, tens and fives from producers, directors and writers fell like manna upon the white collar class.
In this sort of transaction there were exceptions. Pat Hobby, for example, who knew the game from twenty years’ experience, had had the idea of getting rid of his secretary the day before. They were sending over a new one any minute–but she would scarcely expect a present the first day.
Waiting for her, he walked the corridor, glancing into open offices for signs of life. He stopped to chat with Joe Hopper from the scenario department.
“Not like the old days,’ he mourned, “Then there was a bottle on every desk.’
“There’re a few around.’
“Not many.’ Pat sighed. “And afterwards we’d run a picture–made up out of cutting-room scraps.’
“I’ve heard. All the suppressed stuff,’ said Hopper.
Pat nodded, his eyes glistening.
“Oh, it was juicy. You darned near ripped your guts laughing–’
He broke off as the sight of a woman, pad in hand, entering his office down the hall recalled him to the sorry present.
“Gooddorf has me working over the holiday,’ he complained bitterly.
“I wouldn’t do it.’
“I wouldn’t either except my four weeks are up next Friday, and if I bucked him he wouldn’t extend me.’
As he turned away Hopper knew that Pat was not being extended anyhow. He had been hired to script an old-fashioned horse-opera and the boys who were “writing behind him’–that is working over his stuff–said that all of it was old and some didn’t make sense.
“I’m Miss Kagle,’ said Pat’s new secretary.
She was about thirty-six, handsome, faded, tired, efficient. She went to the typewriter, examined it, sat down and burst into sobs.
Pat started. Self-control, from below anyhow, was the rule around here. Wasn’t it bad enough to be working on Christmas Eve? Well–less bad than not working at all. He walked over and shut the door–someone might suspect him of insulting the girl.
“Cheer up,’ he advised her. “This is Christmas.’
Her burst of emotion had died away. She sat upright now, choking and wiping her eyes.
“Nothing’s as bad as it seems,’ he assured her unconvincingly. “What’s it, anyhow? They going to lay you off?’
She shook her head, did a sniffle to end sniffles, and opened her note book.
“Who you been working for?’
She answered between suddenly gritted teeth.
“Mr Harry Gooddorf.’
Pat widened his permanently bloodshot eyes. Now he remembered he had seen her in Harry’s outer office,
“Since 1921. Eighteen years. And yesterday he sent me back to the department. He said I depressed him–I reminded him he was getting on.’ Her face was grim. “That isn’t the way he talked after hours eighteen years ago.’
“Yeah, he was a skirt chaser then,’ said Pat.
“I should have done something then when I had the chance.’
Pat felt righteous stirrings.
“Breach of promise? That’s no angle!’
“But I had something to clinch it. Something bigger than breach of promise. I still have too. But then, you see, I thought I was in love with him.’ She brooded for a moment. “Do you want to dictate something now?’
Pat remembered his job and opened a script.
“It’s an insert,’ he began, “Scene 114A.’
Pat paced the office.
“Ext. Long Shot of the Plains,’ he decreed. “Buck and Mexicans approaching the hyacenda.’
“The what?’
“The hyacenda–the ranch house.’ He looked at her reproachfully, “114 B. Two Shot: Buck and Pedro. Buck: “The dirty son-of-a-bitch. I’ll tear his guts out!”’
Miss Kagle looked up, startled.
“You want me to write that down?’
“Sure.’
“It won’t get by.’
“I’m writing this. Of course, it won’t get by. But if I put “you rat” the scene won’t have any force.’
“But won’t somebody have to change it to “you rat”?’
He glared at her–he didn’t want to change secretaries every day.
“Harry Gooddorf can worry about that.’
“Are you working for Mr Gooddorf?’ Miss Kagle asked in alarm.
“Until he throws me out.’
“I shouldn’t have said–’
“Don’t worry,’ he assured her. “He’s no pal of mine anymore. Not at three-fifty a week, when I used to get two thousand... Where was I?’
He paced the floor again, repeating his last line aloud with relish. But now it seemed to apply not to a personage of the story but to Harry Gooddorf. Suddenly he stood still, lost in thought. “Say, what is it you got on him? You know where the body is buried?’
“That’s too true to be funny.’
“He knock somebody off?’
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1. Pat Hobby's Christmas Wish
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
2. A Man in the Way
Chapter I
Chapter II
3. "Boil Some Water--Lots of It"
4. Teamed with Genius
5. Pat Hobby and Orson Welles
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
6. Pat Hobby's Secret
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
7. Pat Hobby, Putative Father
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
8. The Homes of the Stars
9. Pat Hobby Does His Bit
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
10. Pat Hobby's Preview
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
11. No Harm Trying
12. A Patriotic Short
13. On the Trail of Pat Hobby
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
14. Fun in an Artist's Studio
Chapter I
Chapter II
15. Two Old-Timers
16. Mightier Than the Sword
Chapter I
Chapter II
17. Pat Hobby's College Days
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter VI
It was Christmas Eve in the studio. By eleven o’clock in the morning, Santa Claus had called on most of the huge population according to each one’s deserts.
Sumptuous gifts from producers to stars, and from agents to producers arrived at offices and studio bungalows: on every stage one heard of the roguish gifts of casts to directors or directors to casts; champagne had gone out from publicity office to the press. And tips of fifties, tens and fives from producers, directors and writers fell like manna upon the white collar class.
In this sort of transaction there were exceptions. Pat Hobby, for example, who knew the game from twenty years’ experience, had had the idea of getting rid of his secretary the day before. They were sending over a new one any minute–but she would scarcely expect a present the first day.
Waiting for her, he walked the corridor, glancing into open offices for signs of life. He stopped to chat with Joe Hopper from the scenario department.
“Not like the old days,’ he mourned, “Then there was a bottle on every desk.’
“There’re a few around.’
“Not many.’ Pat sighed. “And afterwards we’d run a picture–made up out of cutting-room scraps.’
“I’ve heard. All the suppressed stuff,’ said Hopper.
Pat nodded, his eyes glistening.
“Oh, it was juicy. You darned near ripped your guts laughing–’
He broke off as the sight of a woman, pad in hand, entering his office down the hall recalled him to the sorry present.
“Gooddorf has me working over the holiday,’ he complained bitterly.
“I wouldn’t do it.’
“I wouldn’t either except my four weeks are up next Friday, and if I bucked him he wouldn’t extend me.’
As he turned away Hopper knew that Pat was not being extended anyhow. He had been hired to script an old-fashioned horse-opera and the boys who were “writing behind him’–that is working over his stuff–said that all of it was old and some didn’t make sense.
“I’m Miss Kagle,’ said Pat’s new secretary.
She was about thirty-six, handsome, faded, tired, efficient. She went to the typewriter, examined it, sat down and burst into sobs.
Pat started. Self-control, from below anyhow, was the rule around here. Wasn’t it bad enough to be working on Christmas Eve? Well–less bad than not working at all. He walked over and shut the door–someone might suspect him of insulting the girl.
“Cheer up,’ he advised her. “This is Christmas.’
Her burst of emotion had died away. She sat upright now, choking and wiping her eyes.
“Nothing’s as bad as it seems,’ he assured her unconvincingly. “What’s it, anyhow? They going to lay you off?’
She shook her head, did a sniffle to end sniffles, and opened her note book.
“Who you been working for?’
She answered between suddenly gritted teeth.
“Mr Harry Gooddorf.’
Pat widened his permanently bloodshot eyes. Now he remembered he had seen her in Harry’s outer office,
“Since 1921. Eighteen years. And yesterday he sent me back to the department. He said I depressed him–I reminded him he was getting on.’ Her face was grim. “That isn’t the way he talked after hours eighteen years ago.’
“Yeah, he was a skirt chaser then,’ said Pat.
“I should have done something then when I had the chance.’
Pat felt righteous stirrings.
“Breach of promise? That’s no angle!’
“But I had something to clinch it. Something bigger than breach of promise. I still have too. But then, you see, I thought I was in love with him.’ She brooded for a moment. “Do you want to dictate something now?’
Pat remembered his job and opened a script.
“It’s an insert,’ he began, “Scene 114A.’
Pat paced the office.
“Ext. Long Shot of the Plains,’ he decreed. “Buck and Mexicans approaching the hyacenda.’
“The what?’
“The hyacenda–the ranch house.’ He looked at her reproachfully, “114 B. Two Shot: Buck and Pedro. Buck: “The dirty son-of-a-bitch. I’ll tear his guts out!”’
Miss Kagle looked up, startled.
“You want me to write that down?’
“Sure.’
“It won’t get by.’
“I’m writing this. Of course, it won’t get by. But if I put “you rat” the scene won’t have any force.’
“But won’t somebody have to change it to “you rat”?’
He glared at her–he didn’t want to change secretaries every day.
“Harry Gooddorf can worry about that.’
“Are you working for Mr Gooddorf?’ Miss Kagle asked in alarm.
“Until he throws me out.’
“I shouldn’t have said–’
“Don’t worry,’ he assured her. “He’s no pal of mine anymore. Not at three-fifty a week, when I used to get two thousand... Where was I?’
He paced the floor again, repeating his last line aloud with relish. But now it seemed to apply not to a personage of the story but to Harry Gooddorf. Suddenly he stood still, lost in thought. “Say, what is it you got on him? You know where the body is buried?’
“That’s too true to be funny.’
“He knock somebody off?’
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